Ch 6 A Night of Contrasts and A New Beginning
All characters in this story are over 18 years of age unless otherwise stated. This is a work of fiction, any resemblance to any people living or deceased is purely coincidence. I appreciate the feedback and I'm really enjoying writing this story. Please keep the comments coming.
Our band played a fraternity party that Saturday night, that in my opinion, was nothing but a drug and alcohol infested orgy. The last four songs of or third set, I don't think there was anyone that wasn't involved in some kind of a tryst.
Saffron was her usual self, wanting something every night when I got home. Who was I not to accommodate her? I really felt she was insatiable, bordering on wanton. Not that I was complaining mind you, I was getting very good with the "practice."
I still was getting the looks and harassment from the cheerleading squad and the Janus sisters, Brandi and Mandy. I just took it in stride and didn't worry about it. After all, I had been bullied all through school by experts. Compared to them, these girls were nothing. I just fought back through verbal banter, using my wit and brain to turn the tables on them. It usually ended up with people around them laughing at them, instead of at me.
On Wednesday, one of the girls in the spirit band who played clarinet, Melanie Henderson, came up to me after band practice and began talking to me. Melanie was one of the girls that had the braces and the thick glasses that everybody knew and thought was nice. Y'all know one of these people, after puberty she had grown into her lanky body with wonderful curves, had gotten contacts and lost the braces. She had carrot top red hair, nice curves, about a 32 B chest, and an angelic face dusted with just a speck of freckles. She'd always been nice to me, but she was a real surprise when she came up to me and start talking, because she was just very easy on the eyes. I hadn't noticed the change in her over the years, even though I played in the spirit band with her now for three years.
"Hi Sammy, are you going to Beverly Abrams' party on Saturday night?"
"I don't think so, Melanie, I don't ride in those circles and I have been invited." Beverly Abrams was one of the in crowd and I didn't really know her well. I hadn't been invited to her party and hadn't expected to be.
"Well she's a friend of mine, Sammy, and told me to invite you. So will you go?"
"Yeah, I guess so, will you be there?"
She just giggled and said, "Of course I'll be there silly, why would I invite you, if I wasn't going to be there? I'll see you about seven on Saturday, then."
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The rest of the school week was relatively uneventful. On Saturday night, I got dressed to go out to the party, wearing khakis and a black, long-sleeved, button-down shirt. This I bottomed off with my black leather shoes.
I got to Beverly Abrams' house, which was in a very well-to-do neighborhood. My family was upper-middle-class, while they were two levels above us. They had a long paved driveway up to a beautiful two-story , well- adorned home. I parked my Mustang on the street, and walked up slowly to the house, not a short one, I might add. I rang the doorbell and was greeted by a lovely brown hair, blue eyed girl, Beverly Abrams, who grabbed me by the hand and welcomed me in like I was her long-lost relative. I was automatically uneasy, because these people are way out of my class. I went in and grabbed a beer from the keg they had in the kitchen and started nursing on it.
All the sudden, I saw a vision of loveliness approaching me in a sexy black dress with spaghetti straps, Melanie Henderson. This dress really did her shape justice and made her look much better than she had when she talked to me the other day at school.
"Oh good Sammy, you made it."
"Well I told you I'd be here, so here I am. Would you like to dance?"
"Absolutely." She grabbed my hand and led me to the dance floor in the next room. We began dancing like we had danced together all our lives. She didn't have the moves of Barbara or CC, but she moved very well. She was fun to dance with. All the sudden, a slow song came on and we began to dance. I felt her molding to my body like she was a part of me. She was obviously braless in that dress because I could feel her hard pebbly nipples pushing into my chest. It was not all that unwelcomed of a feeling. Her hair smelled very good and I loved her perfume. It was having an effect on me. We danced like that for about 8 to 10 min. through to slow songs, back to back. After the end of the second song she pushed slightly away from me and looked me dead in the eyes and move forward to kiss me. I met her halfway and we began a soft , but passionate mouth melding. We were just standing on the dance floor doing this. People started whistling and yelling to "get a room."
She pushed me away and said, "That sounds like a good idea doesn't it, Sammy?" Her tone of voice was more of a plea then a question.
"You're right, that does sound like a good idea."
She grabbed my hand and led me back through a hallway to an open bedroom door, pulling me inside.
We kissed each other again, very hard and forcefully. She dropped down to her knees, loosening my belt, and pulling pants and underwear down in one motion. All of the kissing and a feeling of her nipples poking me in the chest, had gotten me pretty hard, so she wasted no time in sliding her mouth over my member. I could tell by her technique, that this wasn't the first time she had done this.
"Melanie, you're doing very well at that."
She moved her head enough way that she could speak and said, "Thanks to your will show on the bus the other night, I did it for the first time to Ronnie Malcolm, but I didn't swallow his junk." I went out with him again last Saturday night, did it again, but still wouldn't swallow his sperm. After that, he wanted to go all the way, but I wouldn't do it because he wouldn't return the favor and give me head. He got mad and said I was a teaser. But I don't care, I want to feel what it was like to have done to me what you did Tamika Brown."
I knew Ronnie Malcolm was a player and not just of his trombone. He was the type of guy who took what he could get and could care less about the girl. Melanie going back to work on me brought me back to reality and I enjoyed what she was doing for me.
I felt the urge starting in my lower stomach and coming up from of tips of my toes and I warned Melanie that I was going to come. She is began working me even harder until I unloaded my jism into her mouth. She just swallowing everything I gave her and kept on like she was trying to keep me hard.
"Melanie, what are you doing? I thought you didn't like to swallow. You shouldn't do anything, that you don't feel comfortable doing."
"I said I wouldn't swallow Ronnie's, because he wouldn't do me. You're going to do me aren't you Sammy?"
"Nothing could stop me unless you do, Melanie. By the way, what you just did was fantastic."
"Thank you Sammy, it was only my third one."
"Girl , you're quick learner."
I began by kissing her again taste myself when tonguing her mouth, while I reached my hands around her back, slowly unzipping her dress. When I got her unzipped, I just reached up and slid both the straps off her shoulders, watching her dress fluttered to the floor. She bent over and picked it up and laid it neatly across one of the chairs in the bedroom. She laid on the bed in just her bra and panties and she looked delectable. I slowly crawled between her legs, and began kissing from inside her knees up her inner thighs. As I got closer and closer to the delicate junction between her legs, her breathing became more panting and ragged. I noticed a large wet spot on her panties and she could hardly sit still. I could smell her arousal from midway up her thigh and was getting me hotter and hotter.
I rotated from thigh to thigh as I made my way toward her nether region. The smell of her arousal was intoxicating as I reached up and grabbed the waist of her panties to pull them down. She lifted her hips enough to assist me in getting them down as I knelt between her knees. I slid back down and continued my oral onslaught. I began licking from the bottom of her gash to the top as she bucked and flexed her pelvis up into my mouth.
My sole objective at that moment was to make this girl come in my mouth, to return to her the pleasure she had given me. I began my flicking, tonguing and lightly nibbling her clit. As I felt her stiffen and moaning my name I knew she was about to pop and moved my mouth down to capture her love nectar in my mouth. As I felt the flood began I swallowed and tasted her essence to enjoy for my efforts.
She had her hands in my hair and was pulling me up her body to get level with her face. I asked her she was on some kind of birth control and she said she had been on the pill for three years. I asked her if she wanted to go through with this and she told me yes.
I lined myself up, my steel hard cock being poised at her opening and began slowly entering her. All of a sudden, I felt an obstruction and looked in her eyes, which were clenched shut. She said in between pants, "Go ahead Sammy, make me a woman."
Now I'm sure, some of our growing to call me a traitor to the male race or without balls, but remembering what CC had said to me, I just couldn't do it. I slid out of her and rolled over onto my back beside her. She just looked at me and said, "What's wrong, Sammy, is something wrong with me, why can't you do this for me."
"Melanie, I just can't take this from you tonight, not like this. You should be giving this up to someone you're in a relationship or that you deeply care about, not me."
"Well what's wrong with me?"
"Melanie, there's not a thing wrong with you. You're intelligent, you're beautiful and you have a killer body. But I'm not Ronnie Malcolm, I just can't take a girl's virginity and be a sleaze about it. I like you an awful lot and I like talking to you, always have. But I don't feel romantically towards you and think you should find somebody that really likes you for you, before you do this. Believe me, you'll really thank me for this someday."
I helped her dressed, zipping up her dress for her, and then dressed myself and said to her, "Save a couple more dances for me, will you?"
